Limitless kinkwise. I can share my kink list with you in dms.

ignore the rest.

The trouble with being an Operative for the Time Core, wasn't the intense training, it wasn't the full body sickness after the time jumps, nor the crushing loneliness of a solo research mission to the past. It was being ten thousand years away from a decent coffee.

I had been on temporal assignment for three months. Three months in the indus valley circa 10,000BC The cradle of civilisation. And not a Starbucks in sight.

I had been tracking a family unit of early humans as they migrated, and it had been fascinating. There's not many career paths that let you watch our ancient ancestors walk the path of our evolution.

To even be considered for a temporal assignment you had to be the best of the best. And then the best one of those. It cost billions to send even a one person pod, so they were very keen to get it back, and that meant a pilot not only had to be tough enough to survive in the distant past on their own, they had to have the smarts to operate quantum technology, with no back up or assistance. I had attained my first degree at eighteen, mastered in quantum theory by nineteen and by the time I was twenty four I had PhDs in temporal physics, quantum theory and applied causality. Not too shabby.

But being a dickless woman I had to go above and beyond when I entered the Temporal Incursion Taskforce’s academy. I was fitter than the nerds who matched my qualifications, and I was smarter than the flyboys and marines who edged me, only slightly, in the physicals. I'd been pushed to every limit, from solving temporal equations after marathon length runs, to two week endurance hikes through the Peruvian rainforest, to pathogen trials, where I was injected with horrible, yet non lethal diseases and sent on my own, into the wilderness. They were the worst, but I was one of a handful still left standing at the end. I was the ideal candidate to be sent, and yet still, still, I had to suck a literal dick to get here.

I remember the meeting, the director and I, the negative energy in the room. I knew from the start he didn't intend giving me the assignment. So I'd walked around his desk pulled him to his feet by his tie, looked him in the eye and told him, “ I am about to put this big dick,” the one I had gripped through his trousers, “in my mouth and by the time you're done shooting your cum down my throat, you're going to want to do anything you can to repay me.” I hated that that was what edged it for me but hell, I'd have sucked every dick at the T.I.T if it meant I got to be here in the valley. Do you know what else was 10,000 years away, as well as good coffee? Good dick.

The jump was every bit as awful as I'd trained for.